After years away from his homeland, Dominus finally returned to his ancestral estate — but the once-vibrant Domus stood eerily silent. The halls echoed only with his footsteps, and every room felt haunted by absence. Even Cassia, the enchanting concubine who once belonged to his late father, was nowhere to be found.
Driven by a strange unease, Dominus ventured beyond the castle walls, only to discover Cassia’s name whispered in the local market — she had been sold into servitude. Without hesitation, he paid her ransom and brought her home.
That night, beneath the soft glow of oil lamps, Cassia approached him in quiet gratitude. Her voice trembled as she thanked him for saving her once again. Their reunion was tender yet charged — a slow rekindling of forbidden warmth. The air between them grew heavy with desire, and in the intimacy of her chambers, Cassia sought to express what words could not. What followed wasn’t merely passion — it was a moment of surrender, of old wounds healed through touch, and of a bond neither time nor fate could break.